All Chapters of Karma's Bride: His Until Death: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Theo hits the silver key on his laptop keyboard. The loud click echoes through his private study.It is exactly three in the morning.I sit beside his massive glass desk in a padded medical recliner. The thin plastic tube of my IV line drips clear fluid into my bruised left vein. Six oversized computer monitors glow brightly in the dark room. They cast a cold blue light across Theo’s harsh, unreadable jawline."It is done," Theo says quietly."Which part?" I ask. My voice is rough and hollow, scraping against my throat."The dates," he answers. He keeps his dark eyes fixed on the center screen. "I just uploaded the second audio file to the primary leak servers. This one contains the specific dates you confronted her. And it contains Lancelot’s total silence."Theo moves his mouse and clicks a playback button.My own weak, raspy voice from the hospital room fills the quiet study."On October fourteenth, four years ago," my recorded voice says through the speakers. "I found out I was te

“Why does Zuckerberg Holdings hold thirty-four percent of the toxic debt from my mother’s old medical clinic?” I ask, my weak voice slicing through the quiet room as I stare at the glowing tablet screen resting on my lap.Theo stands at the foot of my bed, adjusting the silver cuffs of his crisp white shirt.The heavy blackout curtains are pulled tight against the morning light. The estate remains under high-level lockdown, but Theo left an unencrypted tablet on my nightstand containing public corporate filings.I scrolled through the history of his holding firm for two hours while he made calls. The dates do not line up. A major logistics company changed its corporate registration name three times in five years. A quiet charitable trust controlled by Theo’s family funded private legal defenses against five specific board members—the exact same board members who helped Kara and Lancelot force my mother out of her medical clinic twelve years ago.“You’re reading files you shouldn't be

“Tell me every single truth right now, Theo, or I walk out those front gates and let Kara’s process servers take me into custody,” I say, my weak voice shaking with desperate rage as I stand behind his desk in the dark library.Heavy rain hammers violently against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the estate library.Theo stands motionless with his back to me, his broad shoulders silhouette against the grey downpour outside. He wears a dark suit jacket, his heavy hands jammed deep into his trouser pockets.“You won't walk out those gates, Precious,” Theo says without turning around, his voice low, flat, and chillingly calm. “My security guards would lock you in your medical suite before your foot touched the gravel driveway.”“Try me!” I yell, my throat burning as tears of pure fury sting the corners of my eyes. “You bought Kara’s entire company this morning! You manipulated Lancelot using his family’s debt! You had corporate files on my mother’s clinic five years before I ever me

“If you touch her or step within three feet of that bed, my security guards will put a bullet through your knee before you can draw breath,” Theo growls into the intercom, his broad hand resting on the brass door handle of my medical suite.Lancelot stands in the doorway, his face pale, his clothing rumpled, and his eyes completely bloodshot.Theo allowed this private visit under brutal, non-negotiable conditions. The entire room is monitored by four high-definition cameras, the meeting is limited to precisely seven minutes, and Theo stands right inside the adjoining observation room behind a one-way mirror with his security team.“Precious,” Lancelot chokes out, taking one small, hesitant step into the room. His hands tremble at his sides as he stares at my bare head and the IV lines hooked into my arm.“Stay right there, Lancelot,” I say, my voice sharp and cold as steel as I sit upright in my medical bed.My heart hammers wildly against my ribs, a sudden surge of pregnancy nausea h

“Take the needle out of my arm, Theo,” I say into the cold, quiet dawn of the medical suite.I have not slept a single second all night.On the muted wall monitor, news anchors continue to replay Kara Peterson’s public destruction at the charity gala. Her company shares have crashed entirely. Her board ousted her before sunrise. Her corporate sponsors are suing her for fraud.My enemy is utterly broken, but my own body is falling apart twice as fast.Dr. Evans stands at the foot of my bed, holding a fresh batch of dark digital scans against the light board. His face is pale, his voice flat and devoid of hope as he delivers the results of my early morning MRI.“The aggressive tumors have metastasized further into your chest wall, Precious,” Dr. Evans says, shaking his head slowly. “The experimental treatments Kara forced on you in prison accelerated the cell damage. Without immediate, high-dose chemotherapy, your body will give out completely within weeks.”My heart hammers weakly agai